Uncertainty does not exist in nature, but the uncertainty principle operates on the observer. Now, this is a queer nature of the observing participant, it approximates to being pushed into places the entity is not supposed to be in, as law ordains such movement against the norm.
One looks at oneself in third person, and introduces a gap, that is counter intuitive yet compelling. It keeps the entity moving and making a jump against odds when the nap is snapped.
One travels right up to the boundary, and holds post. Stingily, like a boa holding onto its purse, coiled to its own weight without a wavering or lapse in imagining the rat beyond the wall. And then at some point, one may pass a feverent prayer, that the uncertainty principle finds him, and hopefully the wall is now to the back than the face. Would the universe look prettier? Perhaps, but then it would be easier to realize that beyond the periphery, the world has certainly ended. There is certainly an after life. We just happened to be napping during the gap, and now moving again.
The observer justifies the illogical. The thought justifies itself.
Truth should sink in now or never, mostly never.
I must have entered a different world now, for all that was before isn’t to be now. Love?
One looks at oneself in third person, and introduces a gap, that is counter intuitive yet compelling. It keeps the entity moving and making a jump against odds when the nap is snapped.
One travels right up to the boundary, and holds post. Stingily, like a boa holding onto its purse, coiled to its own weight without a wavering or lapse in imagining the rat beyond the wall. And then at some point, one may pass a feverent prayer, that the uncertainty principle finds him, and hopefully the wall is now to the back than the face. Would the universe look prettier? Perhaps, but then it would be easier to realize that beyond the periphery, the world has certainly ended. There is certainly an after life. We just happened to be napping during the gap, and now moving again.
The observer justifies the illogical. The thought justifies itself.
Truth should sink in now or never, mostly never.
I must have entered a different world now, for all that was before isn’t to be now. Love?
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